Most stars are dead
But they're never gone
They sparkle and twinkle and shine
Waving eternal goodbyes
Through eternity
For prosperity
God's shadows
So bright
I can see them from my bed at nights
Lovely ghosts
lovingly haunting me
I am made out of stars
They're made out of me
Most stars are dead
And so are we
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
